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Where Are My Shoes?
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I met a women today that was born in 1915. My day came to a stop and the wife and I visited with her for 4 hours. Her mind is as clear as ever and the stories just rolled out. Starting with how, when she was a kid, they went to town with horse and wagon. Walked to a one room school, twice a week. As she put it, the other 7 we worked. Stories of what they did to survive during the depression, Christmas was a piece of peppermint candy and what they did during the war. All her brothers were killed in the war but one. She post the American flag every morning and says each of their names. We talked about her first time she saw a car, plane, phone and power pole. The 40's, 50's were golden years. She has out lived all her family, her husband and her children. Talking to her made my life a little shallow looking. If you ever meet a centenarian, stop and take the time to talk to them. The people before us built this country, fought to keep it, loved it and are very disappointed in what we are doing with it.